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Twin Flames ❤️‍🔥 Blurb: Our Lord and Savior (Taylor’s Version)

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Y/N’s Notes App

Synopsis: Rafe finally discovers what you’ve known for quite some time now — in Taylor Swift, we trust.

Warnings: Pure fluff and self indulgence. I wrote this one for me.

Notes: this video is crucial. Also reminder “I’d Do Anything To Make You Smile” is a Jack Harlow song. Full notes are actually at the end this time! Enjoy loves

Y/N 🦋: if you come over after work I’ll make pasta and we can open that bottle of wine we stole from Topper’s 😇 Y/N 🦋: and I can play you the new Jack Harlow album - OBVIOUSLY 😈

Boy Wonder 🍤: “I’d Do Anything To Make You Smile” 🫠

Y/N 🦋: cheater! You already listened to it without me?!

Boy Wonder 🍤: like you haven’t already played it a thousand times today…

Y/N 🦋: 🤐

Boy Wonder 🍤: I only listened to a few songs, the ones that stuck out

Y/N 🦋: that one’s already one of my favorites 😈

Boy Wonder 🍤: same Boy Wonder 🍤: made me think of someone…

Y/N 🦋: 🥺

It’s just an emoji but the image planted in his brain of you making that beyond cute, pouty face at him doesn't leave his mind throughout the rest of his work day.

And it’s exactly how he finds you hours later as he walks into your kitchen, stirring something over the stove, slightly swaying back and forth to the music you have on. He takes notice of the wine bottle on the counter - the extremely expensive one you both drunkenly managed to steal from Topper's family’s wine cellar at the party he threw last weekend. He chuckles at the memory, gaining your attention as you turn towards him, meeting him with that pouty, needy smile he’d been dying to see on you all day.

You’re so happy to see him you could honestly burst.

“Shit, I didn’t even hear you come in!” You say loud enough over the music.

“It smells amazing in here…” he beams, already reaching his arms around you.

“Thank you.” You smile sweetly up at him before setting the large spoon back down on the counter.

Rafe looks down at the multiple pots and pans on the stove, chucking slightly as realization dawns on him.

“You made Gigi Hadid’s pasta recipe didn’t you?” He giggles into your ear, pulling you further into his arms.

“No way, you noticed?!”

Of course he noticed. It’d been everywhere on Tiktok and Instagram. Not to mention, Wheezie - the future influencer of the Cameron Family, hadn’t shut up about it lately.

Rafe’s mouth was honestly watering while looking down at your creation, the smile breaking out on his face was inevitable at this point, taking note of your good mood and breezy nature about you in this exact moment. It’s one of those rare times he sees you just relax. You’re not running around like a chicken with your head cut off between meetings, screaming arguing back and forth with Sid about god knows what, you’re not literally losing your mind trying to manage all of that - including your obligations back in Miami.

Seeing you like this, so free and happy and full of light touches Rafe deeply, making him pause.

This is how she should always look. This is how it should always be for her. She deserves to always feel like this.

“Seems like you’ve had a day, baby.”

“My dad didn’t need me at the office today so I got high and made fresh pasta too…”

You’re grinning from ear to ear now as you turn to look up at him fondly. He notices small patches of what must be flour on your leggings, proof of your handiwork and he’s beyond elated that you didn’t change for him, didn’t put on some fancy outfit before he came over, loving nothing more than getting the realest, most raw version of you.

“It looks perfect.” And you grin even further at his compliment. “Maybe we can make some together next time.”

He presses a soft kiss to your cheek.

The image of Rafe covered in flour makes you giggle before your mind wanders to how good he must be at kneading dough considering he has huge hands - your brain instantly going haywire at the mental image alone when he speaks up.

“Now, what do you say we bust open this bottle that we worked our asses off for—” (you pipe up, “and nearly shattered in my driveway!”) “—and your fine ass puts on that Jack Harlow album I know you’ve literally been dying to play for me all day, sweet girl.”

A final, meant to be loud giggle from you seals the deal as Rafe looks up at you, cute as fucking ever, but slightly confused at your best words.

“Okay, shrimp…”

You’re on the second full run through of the album, the bottle of wine just about polished off between the two of you as you spread out on the massive couch in the living room, bellies full of pasta and laugher as Rafe clutches his sides, abs almost sore from his bodies reaction to your story.

“Listen! I don’t even remember doing it!”

Rafe can barely get words out, choking down his own giggles rising again.

“Fucking, shrimp…”

“I just remember waking up the next morning after that party…barely alive and hanging on by a thread…”

Rafe’s almost cackling at this point of your story.

“No, I’m serious! I slept in my contacts and could barely open my left eye. I had a full on predator eye going! It was rough. Anyways! I wake up, finally find my phone buried deep in Sarah’s bed only to look down at your contact name, seeing that fucking emoji there and thinking — welp… I guess he’s shrimp now!”

The way you deliver it has Rafe nearly spewing wine out of his mouth, literal tears beginning to form in his eyes, both of you on the verge of hysterics again at the story of how the emoji in his contact name in your phone came to be.

“Literally, don’t even remember changing it! I don’t even know where it came from!”

But Rafe does and it makes him double down harder as his never ending reel of memories of you from that drunken night come flooding back.

“Because Kelce and Sarah wouldn’t stop quoting that fuckin’ scene from Forest Gump—”

Your hand clamps over your mouth harshly at his words, as if that would stifle any of the near snorting laughs coming out of you, quite honestly on the verge of peeing your pants as you lose it with laughter again.

“Then I had to listen to your beautiful, drunk ass literally beg for coconut shrimp the next three hours!”

You reach over and cup his face with your hand, face going momentarily serious and you try to keep an even keel to deliver your next words as you stroke his cheek affectionately.

“Awww, shrimp…”

Silence only hangs in the air for about half a second as you both full on lose it, Rafe nearly rolling over onto the floor with how hard he’s laughing.

It’s at that moment Noah slips into the room, looking quite dapper himself as he grins at the sight of you both so clearly at ease with each other.

“Having fun, kids?”

You and Rafe whip your heads in his direction, grins not even slightly dampening as you both do a once over on him.

Noah’s sometimes floppy hair is pushed back over his face, accenting his ‘only visible in the summer’ freckles that glitter his glowing face. The top two buttons of his shirt are undone, showing the chain and tattoos poking out beneath the brilliant shade of gold and black fabric. One of his most expensive watches adorns his left wrist as he looks down at the time.

“Shit, look at you!”

Rafe cat whistles loudly.

“Ya got a hot date?”

Noah just sends both of you that trademark grin, lips sealed knowingly as to not give any of his secrets.

“No, I’m actually thinking of heading to the beach and going swimming.”

You forget sometimes that he’s your twin and can play the smart ass game just as good, if not better than you, at times.

“Wow, someone’s feisty. Tryin’ to keep the girl a secret? OH!” You squeal loudly. “That’s a song in the album too! Have you listened yet?!”

“Listen man!” Rafe pipes up “If you’re taking Emma out, I get it. I’d probably lie too…” he laughs and scratches his nose as you slap him in the arm, earning brownie points from you for equally giving Noah a hard time.

Noah signs loudly. His sister was one thing. But Rafe…maybe you both needed to be knocked down a peg. Or two. (affectionately).

“God, I just love the two of you together. Honesly, just a fuckin joy!”

His sarcasm is relentless.

“You’re really not gonna tell us who you’re wearing your favorite cologne for?”

You can smell it from where you’re sitting as Noah just rolls his eyes, your persistent questioning beginning to irritate him in a way only a sister can.

“Not a chance!”

“It probably is Emma…” you whisper to Rafe, full on earning Noah’s annoyance as he sparks an idea in his head, knowing just how to push your buttons.

“Andddddddd on that note, I’m out! Enjoy your evening lovebirds…”

He pauses briefly before turning to you fully, delivering the kill.

“Oh — and call Jordan back before I fucking smack you, Y/N!”

You almost drop the wine glass in your hands.

“Excuse me?!”

Your high pitched response is proof enough of your defeat for Noah.

“Ya! You heard me! He called me again to check in on you. I’m not getting into the middle of it but this is getting kind of ridiculous, you know that right? Are you mad at him or something?”

Noah’s fully aware and knows that saying this in front of Rafe would ruffle your feathers, his game plan exactly.

“What?! No—” but you’re already sputtering an attempt at a response to his words.

“Then call him back! It’s not fucking rocket science, Y/N.”

He shoots you both that frustrating, almost downright cruel grin, muttering a “later” in your direction before turning on his heel and heading out the back door to the garage.

You’re too stunned to react once Noah’s out of the room, taking into account the huge shift in energy in the room as his departure. Are you sure you were laughing just moments ago?

It seems impossible that you could’ve been feeling light as a feather only minutes ago in Rafe’s presence as nothing but guilt threatens to consume you. As it threatens to knock the wind out of you.

Jordan called Noah again.

As if his never ending thread of unread texts hadn’t already permanently been tormenting you, along with Whitney’s persistent questioning on the rare occasions she could even get you on the phone these days.

Rafe’s still on the couch next to you, letting you process a moment or two, gauging your reaction.

You take one look at his face and already know what he’s going to ask, bracing yourself.

“You don’t want to talk him?” He asks cautiously.

“It’s not that…”

He feels you tense up slightly, panicking only for a second before he settles. Rafe takes a deep breath before gently continuing.

“You never really talk about him. Or any of them, really. Whitney, Kendall…”

He’d been privileged enough to earn just a small amount of conversation with Whitney (the girl LOVED to talk), outside of hearing your call with her on your second day in the Outer Banks. Kendall’s name popped up from you here and there - along with some others, yet literally not a single peep about Jordan.

“It’s uh…” he heard you shakily release a breath. “It’s just hard.”

You’re looking around the room briefly before casting your eyes downward at your hands. Anywhere but Rafe’s all too knowing eyes as you shift back farther into the couch, farther away from him.

You may have only moved an inch, but mentally he feels you pulling back miles as his mind goes into overdrive, reaching out to take your hands in his.

“Baby — Hey, please don’t pull away from me, it’s just me.”

His words sound like honey as they come out of his mouth; wrapping around you like a warm hug, making you momentarily forget what’s happening.

He lifts your hand to his face and lays soft kisses to the inside of your wrist. He’s being so gentle and sweet that it actually makes you want to puke but you can’t help but fall for him even deeper at the action.

He’s trying so hard. Trying so hard to break through to you that you can’t help but give in, knowing his efforts have been worth it.

“I didn’t really want to leave any of them.” you’re looking down at where his fingers are still gently grasping your wrist. “And when I had to…”

You choke slightly and Rafe notices, eyes furrowing downward with concern, immediately wanting to embrace you. He compromises by squeezing your wrist encouragingly, giving you the space and time to get whatever it was you had to say out.

“Sometimes it just makes it harder, ya know?” When you look at him, eyes brimming with tears, his heart actually breaks a little bit because your face says it all.

The next part comes flooding out of your mouth of its own accord.

“I didn’t want to leave any of them. And when I had to, it felt like —like m-my whole life was torn apart. It felt like I had part of my identity —part of my soul taken from me by having to be away from the only people in my life that ever cared about me.”

You take a shaky breath before letting the rest out, your voice strained.

“Miami was so isolating, it just became easy. It became…” you trail off unsure of how to put words to the feelings you’re having.

If Rafe’s heart was breaking before, it’s full on crushed now under the impact of your words. He’d known if had been hard for you — you always kept this part of your life so guarded and part of him was now fully understanding why. It was to protect yourself. It was your defense mechanism.

“I don’t want to push them away” your voice is barely above a whisper now. “It just—”

The tears are full on ready to brim over now but Rafe won’t allow them to make a home on your beautiful face that was minutes ago laughing at his shitty Game of Thrones jokes.

“Hey, Y/N” He reaches down under your chin to tilt your eyes back to his.

“I get it. I know, baby.”

“I don’t think they do, though…”

Rafe contemplates a minute, his words tenderly melting you.

“I can’t really blame them for missing you, Y/N.”

You look up at him curiously, hanging on tightly for his next words.

“I can’t imagine my world without you in it.”

It happens again. Everything stops. The paradigm shifts and alters the weavings of your universe. Time stands still and it’s just the two of you staring at each other, eyes swarming deeply into the others. You’re absolutely positive the rest of the world has melted away and it’s only you and him left, completely and utterly okay with that actually.

“And if they’re feeling any ounce of what I’d be feeling at that thought…” Rafe shakes his head, his own panic bubbling within him at the thought as he chokes his own terrifying, haunting, insecurities down.

“They probably hate me…”

Rafe breaks out of his own subconscious of insecurities as yours come tumbling out of your mouth. He wants to shake every single one of them out of your head, to prove you wrong at all costs. He wants to turn to you and say “not a single person in this world could hate you” yet chokes as he thinks of your father, of Zach… of the laundry list of names who’ve failed you. Of the laundry list of names of people who are inevitably next in line to do the same—, to chew you up and spit you back out, Rafe all but refuses to sign his name to that blank space.

“They could never and will never hate you, Y/N.”

His arms reach around your waist and pull you fully into his lap now, his hands brushing up under the bare skin of your tank top making you shiver in his grasp. Your goosebumps are soon soothed by his warm body against yours, your back pressed against his chest as he places kiss after kiss on your cheek, hearing that glorious giggle as a sign of victory.

“They love you…” He whispers slowly into your ear, sending chills down your spine.

Just like I do…

He dips his head further down, his lips planting themself to your shoulder briefly before turning to your neck, resting them against your flesh as he whispers.

“You just have to let them, yeah?”

And then his final words that travel through every cell in your body before making a home in your heart.

“You deserve to be loved, Y/N.”

His words stay hanging in the air for a moment or two, letting them sink in fully, the gravity of which is enough to pull all the breath out of your lungs.

Only if that means by you too.

You’re grappling with your own thoughts —thoughts that no one in the world's love matters if you don’t have Rafe’s— as his arms squeeze around you, kisses literally attacking the flesh around your neck, fingers pinching playfully into your sides as you shriek in his arms.

That giddy, unrelenting feeling of being loved by Rafe Cameron swells through your body until it’s bursting through you in the form of wild laughs and high pitched giggles as Rafe’s equally goofy grinned face shines down on you pressed back against him.

You turn to face him now, eyes zoning in on the spot you desire the most —his lips, before meeting his eyes fleetingly.

“Okay, shrimp…” giggling for the thousandth time that evening as you both take into account the Jack Harlow album still playing in the background.

“Do you think the DJ will let me change the playlist? There’s this song I found for this really hot girl that I want to play for her…”

“Hmm…I think the DJ might allow it. The album is almost over anyway.”

“Here…” you slowly break out of Rafe’s arms to reach for your phone on the coffee table. After opening the app, you hand it to him as you slowly stand.

“The ‘hot girl’ is gonna grab more wine, you cool with that?”

“Who said I was talking about you, baby?” Rafe bites his lip, your eyes rolling at him but shooting him a wide mouth grin nonetheless.

Rafe’s still chuckling to himself as you walk out of the room, his fingers already scrolling up on the app to the search bar, eager to find the song he'd heard earlier in the day on the way to meet his client for lunch.

His fingers freeze though when a certain playlist catches his eye. Or rather the name of the playlist. The same contact name you’d given him in your phone…

His fingers hover over the words “Boy Wonder” for only the slightest of seconds before he presses an ardent finger to the screen, mind full on blowing apart into little pieces at what he finds.

He feels his heart race quicken rapidly, needing to psychically stand from the couch to mentally process what was happening as he runs a shaky hand through his hair.

Absent-mindedly, partly in pure bewilderment, he presses play to a song at random before him.

You’d only been gone a moment or two. Long enough to reach far, far back into your fathers wine cellar to pull out a bottle that could contend with the one you’d stolen from Toppers but wouldn’t have your dad threatening to cut off your inheritance if he so happened to find out you took it.

You’re proud of your selection, ready to show it off to Rafe. You’re beyond giddy, the effects of the first bottle still in very real effect even after your very sobering conversation. The first thing you notice the moment you step back into the living room was that Rafe had undoubtedly held true to his promise; the song had changed.

What you hadn’t, in any world or universe, even remotely expected to hear, was this Taylor Swift song playing — only to be met with Rafe’s frozen, towering stance as he clutched your phone in the middle of the living room.

The wine bottle almost falls out of your grasp when it slowly starts to piece together. Your phone in his hands…the song playing…the fucking playlist.

Embarrassment truly doesn’t even begin to touch the surface of the emotions taking over every inch of your body. Rafe’s unreadable face looks up at you as you both stand frozen with what feels like millions of miles between the two of you.

The muscles around his mouth twitch, and the act alone cuts the distance between you tenfold, immediately pulling you into his orbit.

It’s one of those rare moments in your life where you’re truly at a loss for words, trying to find the right ones to say that doesn’t make you sound like a psychotic, love struck, teenage girl.

Fuck me, this is not happening right now!

“What, uh…” unbeknownst to you, Rafe’s feeling equally giddy and love struck as he tries to process everything.

“Oh, that’s…”

His muscles are twitching again and you can see the dimples forming in his cheeks, brightening yours what must be a crimson shade of red.

“…is this…Uh…” his fingers feel shaky as he grips your phone. “Is this for me?” He asks eagerly.

Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.

I mean you suppose it’s his? You’d made it for him certainly, although had literally no intention of him ever knowing it fucking existed!

You truly feel like you’re about to faint but Rafe’s warm aura encircling the space between you two seems to magically keep you from full on panicking before him, still unable to move a muscle as you just watch one of your most embarrassing moments ever unfold before you.

“Sort of…”

You meet his eyes again, lost in those ocean blue orbs that seem to read you like a magazine.

“They’re uh…” Rafe’s heart is swooning so incredibly hard for you, not used to the beyond endearing embarrassment adorning your features, feeling like he’s seeing a brand new side of you for the first time. He briefly wonders what other marvelous versions of you he’d yet to discover. Willing to spend forever seeking them out…

“They’re songs that remind me of you…” you finally say, trying to unclench your jaw as you release a deep breath to try and calm yourself down.

“Taylor Swift songs that remind you of me?” He questions softly, in total awe.

You truly have never wanted to crawl deeper into a hole and never come out.

Internally, permanently, forever cringing at his words.

HOW IS THIS HAPPENING?!

“Yeah. So, I’m just going to crawl into a hole and—”

“No, no, no!” It’s Rafes turn to panic now, words coming out jumbled together, unwilling to let you feel even an ounce of embarrassment at something that is making him feel like he’s falling for you all over again. “It’s—”

His genuine smile, the one that only Rafe can seem to break through to you with, is the only explanation as to why your lips start moving as words somehow magically leave your mouth.

“I started making it right when I came to the Outer Banks…”

The thought alone of you spending the past few months casually adding songs to this playlist whenever you’d hear one that particularly reminded you of him —mind floating back to all of the memories the two of you had shared this summer— is a powerful enough feeling to nearly bring him to his knees.

What in god's name made him lucky enough to have you? To deserve you? Why him?

His mind touches a box of compartmentalized memories —his hands, hands that’ve roamed dozens of girls bodies in the Outer Banks —of those same hands coming down harshly over their ass, meeting their ears with the most degrading of words —of literal slaps to the face as images of random faces cry as he tries to slip out of their bedrooms undetected…

Rafe wasn’t sure what the hell he had done in his life to positively deserve to feel the way you made him feel. Hell, he still wasn’t entirely sure he did in fact deserve it, deserve you. It didn’t make sense at how so sweet and sincere of a gesture could be playing at his heartstrings before him…

How are you real, Y/N? How did I do this before you?

“It’s uh…”

HOLY SHIT - his brain will NOT compute. Is he short circuiting?! Fuckin say something idiot! WORDS!

“Will you play one — well another one—” taking account of the song already playing. “Will you put on another song for me?

His eagerness slowly, subconsciously, melts away at the anxiety building within you.

“You want to hear another one?”

“Yeah —actually I uh…I do.” He’s glancing back down at your phone in his hand again, his thumb slowly moving down the screen. “I’m not sure if I know any of these songs though”

He knows that's not true even as he says it.

You laugh, confirming you know the truth behind that, further proving his point. Rafe has been hanging around you day in and day out for the better part of summer — there’s no doubt he knows quite a few songs on the playlist better than he thinks…

“Okay…” you oblige softly, already reaching for your phone back. “I can pick one.”

“Or, uh…..” his heart starts beating erratically as the thought pops into his head, his turn to be embarrassed.

You see his face falter for a moment, cheeks turning red as he fidgets.

Is he nervous? Why is he embarrassed?! You’re the psycho fucking girl who made a playlist of Taylor Swift songs that remind you of this beautiful man standing in front of you —only for said beautiful man to find THE FUCKING PLAYLIST— OH MY GOD— THE FUCKING TITLE OF THE PLAYLIST—You’re pretty sure you’re fully going into cardiac arrest now. Please God, if you’re out there, just come and strike me down, RIGHT NOW, at this moment.

You’re waiting for the heavens above you to open and a lightning bolt to blast through the sky, blissfully ready for its strike. You’re saved from fate's seal though, realization dawning that this might actually be your worst nightmare as Rafe finally speaks again. (Thank God…)

“You could…” Rafe feels his hands get tingly, shaking the one at his side jerkily as the other tries to hold your phone steady. Briefly, you see his eyes glance towards the corner of the room where your guitars rest. “Um… would you, shit— will you play one of them for me?”

It takes two whole seconds for your brain to go where his has already landed, freezing when you reach the same destination.

Only Rafe.

Was this sweet, too perfect for your cruel world, brilliant boy really asking you to play one of these songs out loud for him?

Rafe’s gaze on you only intensifies as it turns to panic when you don’t say anything, feeling like an idiot for even saying something, wanting to shove the words back.

“Y/N/N, you don’t have to— its—”

He doesn’t realize you’ve had your mind made up the second the words left his lips.

“No!” You nearly yell, your voice entirely too squeaky for your liking as you try to clear your throat. “No, I…. I will. I want to. I just have never really played so… intimately (you cringe—WHY is that first word that comes to mind) in front of another person before…”

The next words fall out of both of your mouths simultaneously.

“But if I did, I’d want it to be for you—”

“I don’t want to ever make you do something you’re not comfortable with—”

Rafe hears your words loud and clear, like you do his. They wash over him with more purpose, that stupid fucking grin breaking out over his face at record speed.

Thank god indeed because all that he’s really thinking is please please please god I beg you of you, baby girl—please let me hear these words that you so strongly associated with me; already doing his best to make a mental note of some of these song titles so he can go home and pick them apart with a fine tooth comb. Who the hell is he? Studying Taylor Swift lyrics to feed his growing ego that you actually feel for him. He barely recognizes himself anymore yet feels the most comfortable he’s ever felt. He’s thrown hard out of his thoughts when he reads the next song title that his thumb just hovered over, heart literally doing actual somersaults as his mind goes fuzzy when he finally registers the words “King Of My Heart.”

“I’m always comfortable when I’m with you…Plus…”

Rafe doesn’t move an inch as you step forward, slowly closing the gap between you two until you’re only an inch or two away from him.

“I’d do anything to make you smile…”

Your words make the breath catch in his throat, his eyes only getting a glimpse of the wink you throw at him before pressing your lips to his as he sighs deeply, feeling that sweet release now that he feels you against him.

Your touch is much too short as your lips pull back, a trade off he’s more than willing to take knowing what was coming next.

With a final squeeze of his hand, the next few moments bleed together so quickly, they certainly don’t seem real.

Rafe’s surprised to see you pick up the electric guitar as opposed to the acoustic, quickly plugging a few things in before sitting down on the floor cross legged before him.

His mind wanders back to the beginning of summer, that fateful day when he’d come home from work to hear the not so faint sounds of you and his sisters singing what he’d only assumed at the time was a Taylor Swift song. The emotions he remembers from eavesdropping outside of Sarah’s bedroom door, (pretty creepily, he might add) that day flood back to him, shivers actually rising on his flesh when he thinks back to your voice.

There’s only a foot or two of space between the two of you. With the guitar still resting in your lap, you lean forward, Rafe’s arms already reaching up to support you as you speak into the side of his face, pressing a stray kiss or two to his cheek in between words.

“Remember that day we were driving and you first brought up the shopping thing and I told you that you were kind of a dream come true?”

Rafe shakes his head knowingly as he feels your lips press closer to his jawline.

“I added this song that night…”

Wildest Dreams do in fact come true as Rafe Cameron watches all of his come to life before him the second you open your mouth, music and sound filling the air as he clings to your every word, unsure if he’ll ever be worthy of this feeling.

He said, “Let’s get out of this town Drive out of the city, away from the crowds” I thought heaven can’t help me now Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down

He’s so tall and handsome as hell He’s so bad but he does it so well I can see the end as it begins My one condition is

Say you’ll remember me standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you’ll see me again Even if it��s just in your wildest dreams

I said, “No one has to know what we do” His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room And his voice is a familiar sound Nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now

He’s so tall and handsome as hell He’s so bad but he does it so well And when we’ve had our very last kiss My last request it is

You’ll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burnin’ it down Someday when you leave me I bet these memories Follow you around You’ll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burnin’ it down Someday when you leave me I bet these memories Follow you around...

The second Rafe gets into his truck after leaving your house later that evening, Taylor Alison Swift (as you formally corrected him an hour or so ago) is blasting through his speakers, having already had the song queued the moment he was walking out the door.

His mind can’t move past the moments you just shared and the walls you crashed down to do so. Matching the song he knew he had to play first, he feels like a King.

When he pulls into the driveway of Tanneyhill, he just shifts the truck into park, making no move of turning it off as he sits contently while rummaging through all of the songs he can remember on his phone.

He can’t remember a single time in his life he’s felt this giddy.

That dissipates quickly when that one song title appears on the screen again, almost tormenting him.

It was the last song on your playlist. And while that shouldn’t have been cause for alarm, it literally throws Rafe into another galaxy as he stares down at it.

He can’t deny the horrific feeling rising up in him, threatening to take over and manipulate every positive thought and memory of the last few hours.

He shouldn’t feel this uneasy at a god damn song title. Yet here he sits, hands trembling as he reads the words over and over again, burning them into his brain.

What could they mean? Why would she add this song to the playlist?

And then the horrifying last thought: Why did this make her think of me?

He can’t live with the scenarios playing out in his head, catering to every insecurity he’s ever had in regard to you, feeling as though you’re already slipping away from him even though his lips were literally pressed tightly to yours —hands kneading into your flesh— not even twenty minutes ago.

Not ready for the answers this song will give him, (or perhaps just not ready to face them) Rafe refuses to hit play, instead trying with everything in his soul to forget it, to push it away — knowing damn well that’s not an option.

He knows, in his soul, deep down this never before played song he all but refuses to come to terms with is going to slowly eat him alive.

Notes: This entire thing was SO self indulgent! The idea was that Y/N was adding the lyrics to the notes app in her phone each time she was adding a new song to the playlist. (and the reader was following along live time as I made the posts, my brain is truly psychotic, i know) The video shared is exactly how Y/N sings Wildest Dreams to Rafe. This was truly very fun to make come to life. ✨

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